The Seam is Bursting

seam splitting

The trees retire their leaves

My spirit grieves

I know they will be back

Like paved gravel

The workers lay the ground work

But my day’s plans unravel

 

Do not hold on too tightly

The breeze doesn’t blow slightly

The kite will blow away

Leaving that little child in dismay

 

I am a child at heart

Immature and naive from the start

I’ve been told children will inherit paradise

But I’m acting like I already attained the prize

 

If you shake me

Please don’t forsake me

I don’t always dot my I’s

Even with all these misfortunes

But I am thrilled

The enemy is being stilled

The seam is bursting with a gift inside

 

I need a new awakening

When the new day is aching

It’s aching like a bruise

I know I cannot lose

© Carly Wiggins 2018